Bill Mitton

Albert Potter Is Not Dead! - Poem by Bill Mitton

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Albert Potter isn't deadIt were just a bloody lieIn fact, apart from athlete's foothe's as fit as you or Ibut someone’s got it in for himthey told the papers he were gonethat he’d popped his clogsturned up his toesthat his soul had “travelled on”EE! This fairly vexed old AlbertBy Gum he did get madIt’s not as If I’m old he saidWell …..I’m younger than my dadBut people keep on telling him“Aye up Lad, thou art dead, it’s in yon paper in big printyou died peacefully in bed.”They keep bringing wreaths and sentimentsAnd knocking on the doorBut then of course he answers itAnd confusion reigns once more.If it’s a joke, It ain’t that funnyIn fact it’s pretty sickOh Albert plays the whole thing downBut it’s getting on his wickSo he phoned the local paperAnd said can you print that I’m not deadAnd whilst I like the flowers and sympathyCould folk bring me beer instead.